[kiasken]

I should at least have a pinned post, shouldn't I?

Aight, I'll figure out what I want my online nickname thingy to be at some point, the username's a bunch of letters so y'all could make something out of that if you want idk

I'm a bi man and a switch so I might have some variety in my posts ngl

I like monsterfucking here. Just a pinch

Also a massive fan of some royalty fantasy stuff I've seen on here, might post some stuff like that, who knows

yeah. cool.

[prettyprince-mlm-deactivated202]

for your consideration: a prince with two doms.  The first his personal servant and the second his knight and acting bodyguard.  Nobody thinks twice of a servant making his way to the prince’s chambers first thing in the morning, and he makes sure that the prince wakes up with his pretty hole full of cock.  Even half-asleep and hazy, his body is wet and willing, guided by what is now a familar routine for the two of them.  The servant whispers a “Good morning, Your Highness” with all of the false reverance owed to a royal slut and fills his prince with cum before plugging him and lacing him into his clothes so that he might remember the moment all day.  Placing his crown on his head with a warning to be good, the servant then sends him off to see the knight.  The knight spends all day teasing him, whether its with hushed remarks about how his still-flushed face gives away his morning rendezvous, or leather-gloved hands correcting his form as the prince practices fencing, sneakily groping his plush body underneath silk fabric.  When the knight finds the plug that the servant has left in their prince, he suggests that they go riding, and watches as the prince comes more and more undone- every step that the horse takes hammering the plug into his hole.  They're far enough from the castle now that the knight can use the prince without fear of being seen, so he fucks another load of cum into him, mixing with that of the servant, before plugging him up again.  The long ride home drags another orgasm out of the prince, he's been well and truly fucked and it shows.  He just has to get through a dinner, disheveled and full of his lovers' cum, surrounded by the noblemen of the court and his own father, the king, but when its over the knight escorts him back to his chambers, where the servant is waiting, and finally they get to use their prince together.

-🍵

This ... This right here is a masterpiece. The over stimulation mixed with edging? The royalty kink mixed with slight humiliation? The scandal of it all mixed with a near perfect cover story? My word, 🍵 anon, I am beyond grateful that you have submitted this for my consideration!

I will indeed be considering it for a while, of course ...

[elfcunt]

Aggressively gender affirming degradation for bottom bitch pussyboys. NO m1sg3n nor d3tr4ns, but there is tonsssss of cunt objectification, toyification, cnc (but you like it).

Your pussy makes you a boy. Sorry, you’re not allowed to be anything but a bonus hole twink, it’s your lot in life. Some boys were made to be hurt and violated, and that’s your purpose. You know I’m right, because even growing a dick couldn’t distract you from wanting it deep in your hungry cunt. You know I’m right, because you cum so much harder when you’re being treated like the bitchboy you really are. Everyone sees you as a walking pussy ready to be bred. Why else would the t make you so wet? You know, some boys can decide to be tops. Not you though. What your body wants is stronger than your will. It’s why you always end up taking it and moaning like the pathetic slut you are- like you trained to be the perfect fucktoy.

You were made to be a boy with a pussy so that you could be as fuckable as possible. You were made to take it up every hole. Your body is for pleasuring your superiors, whether you’ve accepted that or not. You should be forced to cum obediently on whatever fucks your pussy, no matter how embarrassing, so that you remember your place. Say it to yourself: I am a pussy made to be used. Self-lubing for anybody so that you can be defiled anywhere, anytime. Feel that sticky evidence coating your warm, soft little pussy? It clearly deserves this.

You are a dumb boy wrapped around a fleshlight. Everybody wants to see your little boypussy spread and owned. You know your body needs to be bred. You can feel your cervix sucking up inside you, aching to be pounded into submission. Stop fighting it. Open up. Feels so good to feel wanted, huh? They only want your stupid cunt. Everybody wants your cunt. Your cunt gives you purpose. How fucking pathetic that this flatters you. Cum to how pathetic you are. You like being a pussyboy, or at least your body does. You were born to be nothing but a swollen pussy gushing with cum, tightening or gaping when your superiors command it to, helplessly taking whoever wants it. And it feels so good that your dignity evaporates the moment somebody slides inside you. That’s it. Boys aren’t meant to be empty. Not when they have all that warm, plush, breedable space inside them. Feel your body make room for it? You need this. That’s it. Good pussy.

[mossrat]

HI pls i would love some colt action 🙏🙏🙏 i want that man edged and whimpering STAT pls and thank you

colt seavers x male reader

TAGS: smut, edging, dacryphilia, sub colt, praise kink, come eating, reader is both an asshole and a sweeheart and colt is #Whipped !!!

A/N: the way i started this thinking it was gonna be a lil blurb .... colt seavers your power is immense (also this is not beta read and very loosely proofread so pls excuse and lmk of any mistakes)

- MINORS DNI -

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It’s hard to tell, at the moment, how exactly Colt ended up here. He could surely piece it together if he really tried, if he scoured through his short-term memory enough—but that proves a tricky thing, considering the amount of alcohol in his bloodstream and (perhaps even more potent) the heady pulse of arousal thrumming through him.

It most certainly is not a combination he’s unacquainted with, in fact quite the opposite: he knows not to question it and to instead welcome the wet, eager mouth sliding across his throat with clinging arms. His head meets the wall with a muted thump, the little ache there soon swallowed by the far more thrilling sting of teeth at his jugular.

The switch had been jarring, at first. You’d been so patient, so gentlemanly in those first days after he’d impulsively kissed you in the empty set of a hospital parking lot. Not the most romantic setting for your first kiss, sure, but you’d looked so damn handsome under the wan gleam of the moon, and he’d been buzzing with adrenaline from leaping out of a fifth story window an hour prior, so he just couldn’t help it.

Those following days had been mortifying for him—but he suspects merely amusing for you, as you waited for him not to panic whenever you tried bringing it up. He noticed the lingering touches, the hungry sweep of your eyes when you’d duck into his trailer to call him to set, the fleeting glances to his mouth while he spoke. Anyone could’ve read that as what it was. And Colt did, for the most part.

But despite his occupation consisting of being thrown off buildings and set on fire on a regular basis, Colt can be quite the coward. Especially when it comes to pretty, outrageously charming men.

It took him a week and some change to muster up the courage to properly ask you out, which only stepped into his reach upon realizing that if you hadn’t gone running for the hills yet, then you probably wouldn’t any time soon. And maybe after a particularly lewd dream involving you, too, though that he'll keep to himself.

“Colt,” he feels vibrate against the hollow of his throat. He hums absently, fumbling for the back of your shirt, only to shove it out of the way and slide his palms up your warm back. “Stop thinking.”

“Yep, right, sorry. No more thinking. All empty up here. Starting now.”

Your airy puff of laughter falls against his overheated skin, drawing up goosebumps in its wake. His fingers flex against the broad expanse of your back.

He’s half-hard already, though he’s certain it can’t have been more than a few minutes since you hauled him into this tiny bathroom, hidden away in the mansion rented out for the wrap party. Much to his embarrassment, you’re quick to take note of this, and reach down to drag your knuckles along the top of his belt, hooked underneath his shirt.

“Eager,” you hum, low as if to yourself. With a final kiss to his pulse point, you straighten back to eye level. You meet his gaze, steady and collected as ever, and Colt has the itching urge to shrivel under your quiet scrutiny, feeling heat bloom up his face, near feverish at the tips of his ears. He clutches you tighter, drawing you in closer in hopes of getting your mouth back on his, but you only smile—so tender it’s almost patronizing, and his cock gives a feeble throb in his jeans.

“You really want this, huh, angel?”

The pet name dunks him into a full-body warmth, pooling like slow-moving magma low in his belly. A frustrated sort of groan wobbles out of him, lunging forth in search of another kiss. Ever quick, you dodge him, sliding the hand in his hair down to his jaw, where it grips him steadily. You click your tongue a few times in soft reproach, but press a thigh to his aching crotch nonetheless.

“You look so pretty like this, you know that? I figured I’d appreciate the view for a minute, but it seems someone’s too needy.”

Your name falls from his lips in a ragged huff, unbalanced and more pathetic-sounding than he’d like to admit. His hips, driven by their own volition, roll in erratic grinds against the meat of your thigh, seeking far more than what the meager friction provides.

You smile at him once more before pressing a lingering kiss to the corner of his mouth, then to his chin, and finally to his lips. Allowing him to part your own with his tongue, your second hand dutifully works on his belt and fly. His heart kicks out wildly, a jackrabbit against his breastbone, when you manage to shove his jeans halfway down his thighs with one hand.

A few seconds of nothing at all precedes the sensation of your hand cupping the tented front of his boxer briefs, and it’s in spite of himself that a wet moan cracks through his chest. You swallow the sound happily, thumb sweetly scrubbing across his bearded jawline while your palm follows the length of him, up and down.

“Hmmn—Jesus,” he manages, molars gritted to dust as he tries not to buck too desperately into your warm hand. Only grinds and chases after it when you teasingly withdraw.

There isn’t a single light on in the bathroom, but the moonlight pours in through the tiny overhead window and somehow you stand out in stark relief against the dim blue background. Your eyes, faintly narrowed and a far darker shade than usual, track his every movement, attention evenly split between his face and the rolling of his hips. You’re looking at him as though studying some fascinating experiment, drinking in every minute reaction at the smallest exploratory motions of your hand. Colt burns with arousal.

“Could you come like this?” You ask after an amount of time that is completely lost on him, and the sudden breathy quality of your voice sounds something like awe. Like you’ve made some big, beautiful breakthrough.

Colt, on the other hand, is clawing at your back in a way that’s sure to leave marks and too focused on the blissful angle he’s found, dragging his cock right up against the hollow of your palm. It takes a moment for your words to reach him, and an even longer one for him to piece together their meaning.

“Mhm,” he hums, forehead meeting your shoulder, suddenly feeling it very heavy.

In return, you hum as well, learning the rhythm of his pelvis and matching it, slower yet firmer. Colt’s never been one for this sort of stimulation—more often than not the texture of his boxers makes it all more uncomfortable than pleasurable, but the sheer, fiery want swarming him head to toe could make him come with you just uttering the order.

He’s brought back, fleeting but very vividly in the way drunken abstraction often is, to the dream he had of you—no more than a few nights back.

In it, your skin had been so warm under his fingers, your voice so low and wrecked and your eyes lit with such desire he’d woken up hard and panting and mournfully empty.

The memory alone draws a little surge of pleasure forth, twisting into your neck, sucking in your familiar scent with mounting desperation. His skin crawls with hot anticipation, rutting quicker, harder against your deft hand.

Pleasure rolls over itself, snowballing deep in his navel, sparking down his sweat-sticky thighs; he sucks in a shuddering breath and—

You pull away.

He moans in frustrated dismay, ass coming off the wall entirely, chasing after your retreating palm, but within seconds the building crescendo of his orgasm has wilted away, back to a low baseline of thrumming arousal.

You shush him when he makes another pitiful sound into your clothed shoulder, absentmindedly carding your fingers through the hair at his crown. He will admit, the feeling does somewhat soothe the ache of a denied orgasm. A little.

“We’ve got all night, no need to rush.”

Colt huffs. “We’re in a bathroom at a Hollywood party, if there was ever the need for a quickie, it’d be right now.”

Your answering laugh is quiet and deep in the chest, and it rumbles through his own and settles there, warm.

“Not like anyone will come looking for us. Besides…” You pull back, gripping onto his hair just enough to meet his eye. “You’d stay here all night if I asked you to, wouldn’t you?”

Colt blinks. Considers, quite seriously, the risk he must be at of spontaneously combusting. His cock throbs and throbs, and the way you’re looking at him, keeping a lovingly firm hold on his hair, only makes matters worse.

He doesn’t give you the satisfaction of answering that question; you both already know the answer, anyway.

Next your hands find his waistband, hooking two fingers into either side and sliding it down just enough to free his cock.

It isn’t the first time you’ve seen it, but the satisfied sound you make shoots a pulse of heat straight down into it. You reach down, encircle the base with your clever fingers, and Colt sags against the wall. He pulls one hand out from your shirt to latch on to your tricep, shoving out a shuddering exhale.

“Look at you,” you croon, beginning to languidly pump your fist, all loose and steady. Colt’s thighs quiver.

You’re gonna be the death of him. He just knows it, down to his bones.

“Please,” he grits out, hoping to meet your gaze and inspire some kindness but you keep your own low, fascinated by the ruddy, leaking image of his dick twitching in your fist.

You make an acknowledging sound, but Colt has a feeling you aren’t really getting it. The stimulation is somehow too much and not enough, all at once. He gives a few tentative rolls into the circle of your fist, and when you utter no word of dissent, he begins fucking into it in earnest.

His moan falls muffled into your throat, a place where he comes to realize he could stay forever, breathing you in, getting off on your clever hands and dizzying words.

“What would they all think out there, huh? Seeing you like this. So desperate to come.”

He’s close again already; his pace grows arrhythmic, shallow, sucking at the base of your throat when he isn’t tucking low moans into the skin there.

Your free hand smoothes down the back of his head in an almost petting gesture, thumbing his tip once before pulling away entirely.

Colt’s moan warps, halfway through, into a strained sob, bucking into empty space as his cock weeps pre onto the tile below. He cries out your name, a dragged-out sound of raw need.

“I know, I know,” you sigh into his hair, still stroking it with sure fingers.

“You’re being mean,” Colt whines against you, the arm still crossed over your back dropping to your hip and palming it insistently.

“I just wanna make you feel good,” you reply, the fan of your breath sending shivers down his sweaty back. “At least until I can get you in my bed and fuck you properly.”

Shit—Colt damn near comes from that alone. He whines and his hips jerk wildly, taken on life of their own. For the first time since he’s gotten to know you, he tries very hard not to think about you fucking him within an inch of his life, lest he comes untouched, and as much as he wants to release all the circling, built-up pleasure in him he wants to do it when you let him.

So, he just screws his eyes shut, and mumbles a weak, “okay.”

“Attaboy,” you tease, squeezing the nape of his neck once before returning your free hand to his dick.

A steady breath rolls over into a fractured hum, stretching on with your sparse, gentle touches—a thumb across his slit, a drag of knuckles down the underside, then a graze to his balls. Sweat slides down his heaving chest, longing to bury himself back into you but held back by your hand on his nape.

Observing his slow unspooling, you make a low sound, vaguely resembling a growl.

“God, I wish I could fuck you right now,” you lament, squeezing the head of his cock lightly. Colt yelps, skull knocking against the wallpaper. He eyes you through the narrowed slits of his eyes, draws up something he hopes looks like a smirk.

“You could.”

You shake your head. “No. I really want to take my time with that.”

Colt groans—more agitated than pleasured this time, and digs his thumb into the flesh right above the curve of your hip bone. Your ministrations on him are far more relaxed now, lax and distracted, like some absentminded reflex, and it should be frustrating, but he finds himself reluctantly enjoying it. Your collectedness before his shaky, desperate frame.

Your palm begins making these tight, quick circling motions against his tip, thumbing underneath the head with a pointedness so determined he's certain you'll let him come this time. His body responds in kind, kicking into high-gear and frantically chasing release. A very faint, very fleeting thought crosses his mind that you never even had to spit into your palm—he's damn near soaked your palm and fingers with a seemingly endless supply of precome, and the glide is so utterly frictionless, product of your clever motions and his overwhelming want that it makes his head spin.

He's hardly aware of how loud he's being, bucking like an animal into your hand, baring his throat for your nipping teeth, unraveling in your firm hold. You murmur into his skin, things that are completely lost on him amidst the roaring of blood in his ears, the deluge of pleasure bursting through him—so acute it makes his eyes prickle and his vision warp.

It builds quicker than ever, almost too intensely, his steady quivers deepening into involuntary, full-body jerks. His jaw falls open right as he feels himself approaching the summit, tensing in preparation.

Then you're gone again, and he's ripped right back down. With a wet sob, his tears finally spill over, searing against his warm cheeks. He knows better than to seek you out with his hips again—but they don't seem to get the memo and continue twitching, grinding into nothing.

His mind is empty, scraped hollow and reduced to its most basic instincts; he doesn't register his own frenzied weeping or the near bruising grip he has on you, only tightening as his pleasure slips away like a receding tide. All that he processes is his arousal, so trapped and pressurized it almost hurts, and you, brushing the hair out of his eyes and cooing, as though comforting a small, startled animal.

"Please, please," Colt manages, voice thick with tears, wet-cheeked and aching. You tut softly, and lean in to kiss each streak of salt on his face. It's so tender it makes Colt choke on a sad bleat, sniffling.

"You think you can do one more?" you ask, and maybe if he weren't so muddleheaded he'd catch the fond, facetious lilt of your tone, but panic rises before he can quell it, and his grip on you tightens abruptly. Tears threaten to gather again.

"No, no—I can't, please, I can't do it, I'm sorry—"

"Hey, hey." His teeth clamp shut, blinking hard so your warm expression comes into focus through his tears. "I was joking, angel. You've been so good, so patient. I think you deserve to come, hm?"

Colt's tongue, suddenly, feels stuck to his palate, thick like honey. He nods, though, quite fervently, and flushes warm all over at your sweet answering smile. You lean in to kiss him, closing the gap between your chests and caging him in with your forearm pressed to the wall behind him.

When you finally take him again, it's with a firm, committed grip and quick motions. You're crowded in so close to him he can barely fuck into your fist, pelvis trapped against the wall. He's completely at your mercy, subject to whatever you may decide as his bliss swells, even quicker this time around.

He trusts you, and the way you're looking at him, swiping rogue tears away with your free hand on his cheek, entranced by how he cries—it all makes him shudder.

Pleasure becomes greater than him, so all-encompassing he can't keep his eyes open, rolling so fiercely through his limbs like a ceaseless electric current he briefly fears his legs giving out. It's sharp and blunt and sweltering all at once, crowding into every inch of him, throbbing in his cock, pouring out into your fist.

You watch him unblinkingly.

His own orgasm takes him by surprise. Strikes all at once, so intense he's silent through most of it, shaking and spurting over your hand, onto the floor below. He pulses with it, wave after wave of devastating pleasure, and you pump him through and whisper candied praise into the shell of his ear, coaxing every last drop of come and shudder of bliss out of him, until he sinks against you with a high moan, spent.

His cock continues to twitch through the aftershocks, softening in your still palm, which you're kind enough not to move anymore. His head feels stuffed full of cotton and air, though terribly heavy against your shoulder. Your arm comes off the wall, running a hand along his firm upper arm.

"I love watching you come," you chirp, all warm and lighthearted like you've just won the lottery. Colt grumbles incomprehensibly against your collarbone, letting his eyes slide shut as the world drifts back to him in chunks. You soon release his arm to make him decent, keeping your dirtied hand hovering off to the side.

"Okay," you say, wrapping an arm around his mid back. You pull him off the wall, and turn him over—he goes like a ragdoll in your grip. "There you go, good?" you ask once plopped him down on the toilet seat lid.

Colt manages an inelegant nod, humming his confirmation for good measure. He's better than good—better than great, in fact, but no such word is really coming to mind at the moment and he doesn't feel like speaking, anyway.

You nudge his legs apart in order to crouch down between them. With your elbows perched atop his knees, you peer up at him, eyeing him thoughtfully to make sure he's being honest.

He leans into your hand when you reach for his cheek like a purring cat, certain that were he able, he absolutely would be doing so. Your thumb stretches out, delicately tracing the slightly puffy skin under his right eye, and he watches, then, as your gaze falls to your other hand, still bearing some pale streaks of his come. You quietly regard it, look at him thoughtfully, and then bring your knuckles to your mouth.

His crotch throbs when you lick the come right off your skin, holding his eye with something like a challenge gleaming in your own. You move to your thumb next, sweeping your tongue across the webbing at the base of it. You peer up at him through the fan of your eyelashes and Colt thinks he could almost get hard again, just by watching you. He doesn't think he's ever watched something more erotic, and it's in a stranger's bathroom at a wrap party after the most intense orgasm he's ever had.

Once satisfied, you lower your hand, and reach out with both to zip his fly and do up his button. You lightly smack the outside of his thighs and rise to your feet.

"You with me?" you ask, reaching out, palms upward. He makes haste in taking them, letting you pull him to his feet. He can't help but kiss you again, holding on to either side of your face like you might duck away. You don't; you simply indulge him.

Only when he pulls back for breath, do you speak again, eyes glinting with mischief. "Wanna get outta here?"

[hornythoughtsonly]

I have a dildo in me while I'm sitting at my desk like such a naughty slut. I have it turned to the highest vibration with the extension right against my clit for the most stimulation. It's so hard to type, I'm just rolling my hips, trying to impale this dick further into my sopping wet pussy. I'm trying so hard to keep any moans from escaping so no one in the meeting outside of the room hears, even though a part of me wants them to hear, wants someone to come in and see me writhing on this vibrating cock, begging for the real thing

And maybe they'll be kind enough to oblige, to walk over to me, unzip their pants and let me suck on their half hard member. I'll still be bouncing on this dildo all the while, looking up at them as I lick their shaft, then eagerly wrap my lips around their cock before sucking them off. And when they're finally hard enough, they can make me get to my feet and bend me over before yanking out the dildo. And I'd have to cover my mouth to muffle the loud, sharp gasp of surprise and arousal

And right when I start to miss the sensation of something inside of me, that's when they replace the vibrating dildo with their cock, pumping it into me and fucking me hard. And I'd be such a mess, drooling onto the desk and trying to match their rhythm with my own hips. I'd be so wet that every time their dick skams into my pussy, there's an almost sloshing sound, and my juices would be dripping down my leg. They'd fuck me so hard and so good, calling me a slut and so eager all the while.

At one point they might even stick the dildo back inside me, right alongside their own member. They'd be sure to use their other hand to cover my mouth, and I'd be sure to suck on the fingers I'm given to suppress any urges to cry out in pleasure. It's a tight fit, and the vibrating function pushes me over the edge--I cum all over their dick and the toy, liquid spilling out onto the floor of my office. And they're still fucking me through it, until they cum themselves.

I'm left in the room in a dripping wet pile on the floor, with the dildo still vibrating in my pussy. Cum is seeping out of me, along with my own juices as I lay there, still recovering from the ecstacy of being fucked and having someone cum inside of me

[goochmaster420-deactivated20241]

love cnc but in like a "im so sorry i just am such a needy and horny mutt i can't keep my hands off you and i need more of you, i have no self control" type of way and not in the "fuck you bitch idc abt u" type of way

[kaionyx]

Why is cockwarming only talked about in the sense that you do it before sex and not after too like it’s not the best way to break a puppy into the perfect cocksleeve?

Finally settling down after rounds of different scenes just to pin them under my weight and hold them like a stuffed animal on my cock, letting them whine and squirm at the fullness in their belly from holding all of the constant loads i’ve rutted back inside until they stop and just accept it. Forcing them feel dazed and bred while going in and out of consciousness to a mixture of soft kisses and sweet words, like how I can’t leave yet because they just feel so good around me and what a precious fuckmutt they’ve been for my cock.

How could their poor mind not rewire itself into thinking how grateful they are to be constantly broken and fixed by someone like me by the time i’m done hmm?

[alliekills]

thighjob where we’re snuggling real close in bed and your cock is sliding back and forth but it’s passing over my clit each time and i’m digging my nails into you and hiding my face in your chest and one of your hands is on my ass pulling me forward and back in perfect rhythm with you like a stupid little whining sex toy made to get you off and you warn me between low groans not to wiggle my hips otherwise it’ll end up inside me and i’m fucking whining that it’s not fair and you’re saying i know baby i know baby but doesn’t it feel so good and i’m nodding reluctantly because god fucking yes it’s so wet and warm and the way it sounds— is messing with my thoughts and i can’t fucking think but it’s— it sounds fucking perverse and you’re asking me if i like how it sounds dirty like that because i’m just as filthy as you are and you can feel me getting more wet and you can feel my clit getting more swollen against your shaft and you bet i like how i can feel every single fucking vein moving back and forth over my soft wet pussy and oh you bet it feels even better because we’re so close like this right baby? so close together aww you’re such a romantic baby, do you like it when i make my dick feel good with your pretty body? and i’m nodding again but this time can’t even say it and

[hardheat]

coworker who doesn’t care that you’re trans. coworker who complements your new haircut with a ‘tight fade, bro!’ coworker who takes you to sports bars and buys you too many beers so that it’s not as awkward when you hug chest to chest as your team wins. coworker who takes you to play sports with the other guys, hard contact sports like rugby and football and wrestling, just so he can knock you to the ground and feel his weight on top of you. coworker who rolls you a blunt in his backyard and lights it while it hangs from your lips. coworker who shotguns smoke into your mouth after you tap out of the rotation because ‘c’mon big guy, a little more won’t kill you!’ coworker who invites you camping to ‘toughen you up!’ and ends up fucking you hard, facedown, in the dirt, leaves, and twigs before dragging you back into the tent to give you a proper blowjob because ‘all men wanna get their dick sucked, bro. it feels amazing, i’ll show you!’

[hardheat]

adding a fic inspired by this post! again, loosely based on real life (my bf started off as my coworker and we also have freaky campsite sex).

tags: reader pov (trans man, no phallo), mlm relationship, slight somno, slight exhibitionism, slight forcemasc, blowjobs, praise kink

enjoy! <3

when you initially agreed to go camping with your coworker, you didn’t think it would be so cold. it was only the beginning of september, but here you were, trembling in your sleep as the tent stood still in the calm night.

he knew how you identified, and when the topic had first arisen, he’d simply smiled and chuckled before knocking his shoulder into yours with a brief, ‘that’s cool, man.’ he never made you feel like anything other than one of the guys, taking any opportunity to ‘toughen you up’ as he liked to say. he’d slowly started inviting you out after work, first to sports bars, then to sports practice; you two were comfortable, friends even. and that’s how you ended up out here, camping under the stillness of the stars and cover of night.

‘hey,’ you heard him mumble from the other side of the tent, his voice startling you easily. you gasped involuntarily and he cleared his throat. ‘hey, that you?’ his voice was rough with sleep. you withheld your gasp this time.

‘yeah, what?’

‘you ‘kay? i can hear you over there shakin’. ‘

‘colder than i was expecting,’ you replied shortly, burying your face into the crook of your arm to warm the tip of your nose.

you heard him gruff beside you, shuffling inside his sleeping bag until he was turned on his side to face you. the moon shone through the mesh ceiling, illuminating a portion of his face; his eyes were closed, still somewhat asleep.

‘you can come over here,’ he said, and it was different from that charming, yet demanding way of his. this time his voice was soft and unsure, almost as if he was nervous.

you were sure that you didn’t mishear him, but still you hesitated. thoughts quickly raced through your head, aren’t i out here to toughen up?

‘i’m fine-‘ you started.

‘c’mon, bud,’ he interrupted, and this time his tone was more assertive, leaving little room for disagreement. like the tone he took when inviting you out to play football with the other guys at the rec center.

so, without further argument, you crawled closer beside him until the two of you were almost touching. you laid down on your back, eyes fixed to the branches above to keep them from wandering. the night was so still, not even a breath of wind to hide your unsteady breathing. you heard your coworker rustling beside you, and without speaking a word, he snaked his hand beneath your blanket and over your hip before dragging you closer. your back scraped along the ground, catching on twigs and rocks beneath the canvas floor, but the only sensation you could focus on was his warm hand pressed into your cold hip.

‘hey-‘ you started to protest with a wince, but were cut off with a quick shhh and pressure applied to where your flesh met.

‘you’re fuckin’ freezing, dude,’ he grunted with a slight shake of his head. you opened your mouth to deny the claim, but your body betrayed you with a shudder. ‘c’mere.‘

swiftly, and without another word, your coworker flipped you onto your side. he pulled you closer until your back was pressed entirely to his front and you could feel warm breaths puffing onto the nape of your neck. he tossed his sleeping bag - which you now realized had been unzipped - over your blanket and immediately you felt the heat engulf you. your shivering stopped and you let out a small sigh of relief, the tension leaving your body.

‘atta boy,’ he whispered against your skin. you felt yourself relax further into the warmth of his touch.

the comfort was enough for you to drift back asleep, only to be awoken by those same deft, calloused fingers digging into your hip and the feeling of something hot and hard pressing into your ass. you gasped in surprise, your hips jerking back involuntarily at the sensation. at first, you wondered if your coworker was still asleep. his breathing was measured and he was lying very still. it felt like crossing a line, so you shifted forward just slightly, but you heard him grumble behind you as he dragged you back towards him. this time his hips jerked forward and he groaned before you heard him whisper, ‘this okay?’

you inhaled shakily and couldn’t find your voice. he exhaled hard and moaned against you. ‘you can tell me to stop and i will,’ he said, and you knew it was true. but there was an underlying sweetness in his tone now, a quiet but desperate pleading that went straight to your dick. you could only moan in response, rocking your hips back into him and desperately clenching your thighs together.

‘oh,’ he exhaled again against the back of your neck. ‘but you like it, don’t you?’ he pressed his bulge into you. ‘you like this?’

‘i-i…’ you tried, voice cracking on the second attempt and you heard him laugh behind you, a slow, deep rumble that you could feel in your own chest. it was embarrassing every time, but it never felt like he was laughing at you. it was like he found it endearing, or at least you hoped.

‘yeah, i know, your body needs this,’ he crooned, nipping the back of your neck. ‘i remember being a boy. being so horned up all the time that a stiff breeze could take me out.’ he exhaled hard over the bitten skin. ‘i bet that’s how you feel right now, huh?’

your entire body convulsed, and for a moment, your coworker was afraid that he’d gone too far, too fast. an apology was forming on his lips, but was soon swallowed after hearing the soft, high whine that left your throat.

‘yes,’ you moaned fervently as you tried to control your breathing. no one had ever touched or spoken to you this way before you began transitioning, let alone after. you’d always been too nervous to try dating apps or the local gay bars; it’s easy to be fetishized and easier still to be rejected for being yourself. you figured that you could let yourself have tonight and deal with what may come in the morning.

‘i know, bud,’ he murmured, fingers skimming past your waist to slip beneath the band of your boxers. you grabbed his wrist frantically, stopping him before he could reach further.

‘wait,’ you gasped softly, and he did. ‘no one’s ever - i mean, i don’t have -‘

‘don’t have what?’ he asked softly before kissing the back of your neck. he started moving his hand lower again and you didn’t stop him, though you kept a tight grip on his wrist. he gripped you firmly over the front of your boxers, biting the back of your neck when he felt you shiver. ‘feels like you got a dick to me.’ he groped you hard and you couldn’t help but jerk up into the touch. it felt so good and you’d been more desperate than usual since taking your shot right before the trip; not your smartest move. ‘already big and hard for me.’ he took your length between his fingers and thumb, tugging slowly, causing you to release a shaky breath that you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. ‘you probably don’t even know what to do with this thing, do you?’ you shook your head no, hoping he could see enough in the dark; you didn’t trust your voice not to crack again. your coworker chuckled before replying, ‘of course not. but don’t worry,’ he paused to mouth at the nape of your neck again and you felt his lips turn up into a grin. ‘i’ll show you.’

before you could even attempt to think of a clever response, your coworker pushed you onto your back and shuffled over your legs to settle between them. he yanked your boxers down in one swift motion and you yelped as the cold air hit your warmest, most private parts.

‘woah,’ he whispered, almost reverently, as he gazed at your swollen cock, precum glistening from between your balls. he looked up at you, lips quirked into an astonished little grin and you could feel heat rising in your cheeks and chest. ‘you’re hung, dude.’

‘oh..?’ was all you could muster out before he’s ducking down to get his hot, wet mouth wrapped fully around your length, taking you all the way down to the base. you buck your hips up into his heat involuntarily and before you can breathe out an apology, he hollows out his cheeks and sucks hard, swirling his tongue around your head.

‘o-oh…’ you gasped, captivated by the dimly lit sight between your legs. your coworker caught your gaze and fixed you with a mischievous look before bobbing his head up and down on your dick.

‘ahh fuck,’ you moaned wantonly, pushing your hips up into your coworkers face, letting your legs fall further apart as he sucks you off. you began moaning in time with the pace he was going at, the soft little ah ah ah’s of pleasure building in volume until your coworker brought his hand down firmly over your mouth.

he popped off your dick with an obscene sound and whispered lowly, ‘better keep your voice down, bud. don’t wanna wake the neighbors.’ as if on cue, you heard a rustle and cough from the next campsite over, a stark reminder that you were outside and in public. not that you cared in the moment at all.

your chest was heaving and you felt dizzy with lust. he didn’t move his hand from over your mouth and you don’t think you’d trust yourself to speak if he did. so instead, you simply nodded, a few short and quick jerks of your head, and fixed the man between your legs with a desperate, wide eyed stare.

‘good boy,’ he said with a smirk before going back down to giving your cock the most delicious attention it’s ever received. you tried to keep watching - it was mesmerizing seeing the way your cock disappeared and reappeared from between your coworker’s lips, shiny with spit, as electric jolts of pleasure ran through your body. but before long, you collapsed onto your back, chest heaving with the effort of keeping silent, both hands clamped over your mouth to muffle the involuntary noises being pulled from you. your hips snapped forward, desperate and without rhythm as you felt the familiar coil of warmth gathering behind your little cock.

‘i’m gonna cum, dude,’ you whispered feverishly, your head lolling to the side as he relentlessly sucked you off. in your delirium, you weren’t sure if your coworker had heard your declaration, so you went to repeat yourself, but before you could finish the sentence, he took your cock down to the base in one motion and gagged.

‘oh fuck - !’ you tried so hard not to scream, but you couldn’t be sure how successful at that you actually were.

you knew that you were nowhere near big enough to trigger a gag reflex, yet your sweet, filthy coworker had humored you, showing you just how a man’s cock should be treated, and that’s what had pushed you over the edge. you grabbed at the man’s head between your legs, taking fistfuls of hair tightly in your hands as you pushed your dick down his throat as far as you would go, gasping and panting like a mutt in heat, rutting your hips forward as you chased your orgasm. you came for what felt like forever until you finally felt your dick pulse one last time before the sensations all became to much.

‘god, f-fuck me,’ you moaned, lowering your voice again and pushing weakly at your coworker’s head.

he pulled off your dick with an obscene pop, his lips and chin shining with your cum. ‘yeah, we can do that too, if you want,’ he said and you could see him grinning at you in the dark.

[sleepytrancysub]

I love gentle dominance in cnc so much. Just thinking about pinning some sweet thing down and cooing in their ear about how I'm just trying to help them. Whispering about how they seem so stressed and that it seems like they need a break. Insisting that i'm just trying to give them what they need as I begin to swing a pretty pendulum in front of their fluttering eyes and watching as fear turns to dazed confusion 💙

[aeonslutgirl]

i’m not saying i wanna do porn but holy fuckkk i need to get gang banged by a bunch of cute girls on camera!!!!! i need to be slutted out and passed around until all of them are satisfied

[someverynicethings]

Portal panties idea: you can get work for a company that rents out your holes remotely. The pay is pretty good but you get big bonuses for picking off peak hours or for taking long shifts so you wind up logging in and marking yourself available whenever there’s incentives which mean you frequently “work” through the nights or getting a notification while you’re out that there’s a bonus if you make yourself available that instant. You’d have all the free time in the world and you could certainly try to sleep through your shifts but you’d practically never know when someone was about to start fucking your cunt like a fleshlight or eating you out. Potentially worst is the people who rent you out just to tease and edge you for hours on end because if you end the session early you forfeit your earnings.

[someverynicethings]

Expanding on the denial kink: you’ve got a date with your partner in a couple hours but you see a special request for your hole with a big payout, you figure you’ve got plenty of time and your partner is understanding about your work so you put your portal on and accept. Immediately you feel a wet tongue lick up your entire slit and you’re very satisfied with your choice. After a couple big licks you feel nothing for a moment. You figure they’re getting their cock out and are even happier that you took this one, they will just cum in you real quick and it won’t even cut into your getting ready time for your date. After another moment you’re confused, they’re still not fucking you, what are they planning on doing? Are they just looking at you? After another few seconds pass you feel a tongue again, this time playing with your clit. They only go for a little bit before pulling away again. At least if they’re just teasing you it shouldn’t get in the way of your date. Your partner likes seeing you worked up anyway. A few more licks and then nothing for a bit. You feel some fingers gently stroking you then nothing. This keeps up for a while, just little bits of stimulation like a few licks or a finger passing between your lips or maybe just circling your hole without really going in.

Eventually it’s time to get ready for your date and your brain is fogged from being teased for so long. You text your partner that you’ve been in session for hours and it may keep going into your date. You offer to end the session early so that they can have your full attention but they say no, they’re like seeing you like this and they remind you about all those big surprise expenses you had last month. They offer to come help you get ready since they know how useless you get like this, they’re so thoughtful. Right around the time your partner shows up to dress you your client switches to continuously stroking you with a soft paint brush and other gentle touches, no more little breaks to attempt to get your mind straight. Your partner teases you for being such a helpless slut and gropes you a bit just to make it worse. They keep teasing and touching you the whole time they’re picking out your clothes and dressing you and fixing your hair, occasionally asking what they’re doing to you. You try to say you can do at least a little by yourself but they insist that you’re too useless to do anything in this state.

They drive you to the restaurant and do your best to keep your composure but right as you’re being seated you feel your client’s fingers start to ever so slowly slip into you. Your partner orders for you and warns you when someone is about to walk past so you can try to stay subtle about the fact that you’re slowly getting fingered the entire meal. You manage to make it through dinner and dessert, sometimes because of your partner’s help and sometimes in spite of them teasing or subtly touching you to make it worse. Your client is still just gently dipping their fingers into your cunt and rubbing oh so softly at your walls before slowly pulling out again and gently feeling up your lips and entrance before a few more soft pushes in and out of you but it’s never enough for you to cum.

The whole drive from the restaurant to your partner’s house you’re just moaning and writhing in the passenger seat with your legs spread desperate for more stimulation. Their hand is on your thigh occasionally squeezing it or running their fingers up and down your soft skin. You try to apologize for being so distracted on your date night but they won’t let you because they love seeing you this way. As you walk into their place you feel the head of a cock gently rubbing against your opening. You nearly collapse at the feeling, hopefully this means they’re going to fuck you and end this soon.

Your partner helps you get to their room and you can’t help but try to rut against their leg while your client is still just teasing you, occasionally rubbing their cock against your clit but always pulling away before you get too close. Your partner just teases you for being so needy as you tell them what your client is doing. You wish they would just fuck you already. Your partner tells you to beg for it. You’re confused for a second but write it off as them just enjoying seeing you like this. You beg to be fucked and your partner just keeps teasing you and telling you to beg more, beg harder. There’s tears in your eyes when suddenly they say that they need to get something from the other room. A moment after they step out the cock that’s been gently pushing against your hole, just gently enough to not push in, pulls away entirely and you don’t feel anything.

Your partner walks back in the room holding the portal device with your pussy in it. You’re too stunned to even comprehend what is happening when they tell you that their friend has been taking care of this for them while they were on your date. They tell you to beg more and you do, begging as hard as you can for them to fuck you. They tell you how good you’ve been today before pulling out their cock and slamming it hard into your pussy across the room.

You don’t even know how to handle yourself as they fuck you as hard as you’ve ever experienced, thrusting your pussy onto their cock. You cum repeatedly but they never slow down or ease up on you. You can’t believe how long they last until you remember that they’ve only just started while you’ve been going for hours. You’re nearly at your limit when they finally cum hard into you with one final big thrust deep inside you. They’re breathing hard trying to catch their breath as they finally end the portal session and you can’t get your portal panties off fast enough while trying to catch your own breath. You lay back finally relieved to have cut and be done before your partner tells you that was only round one as they dive between your legs to finally taste how wet you are from everything you’ve been through this evening. You can’t even complain because their tongue feels so good on you so you just do your best to mentally prepare for a long night.

[hellmonstercock]

A school for delinquents--a good school, with new desks and new books and good teachers--that you can be sent to for free instead of serving jail time, for the low cost of letting men use your holes each night.

After all, you have to make it worth everyone's time to rehabilitate you. So of course the board members fuck you, since it's why they founded the school in the first place. The teachers get to fuck you, to incentivize them to work there instead of at a school without delinquents. Paying customers get to fuck you, because that's how the school keeps afloat. And anyway, even if you refuse to learn here, you'll be well-equipped to serve society by the time you graduate.

Don't worry, you'll get used to it. The first time might be bad, because they always break in new students with the strongest teachers so that you can't struggle and get away. When you feel him press his hips to your ass and cum deep inside you you'll feel despair, especially since no birth control is permitted at the school. But after the eighth, ninth, tenth time your struggling doesn't help and you feel a cock cumming inside you, violating you just like you deserve, you'll understand there's no point in trying to escape.

The worst part will be the embarrassment. A board member will kick your chair out from under you in the middle of class and shove himself inside you for hours, using you as a cockwarmer for a bit of relief in front of the class. Some men from your old life may pay a couple hundred dollars to pin you down and degrade you in a room full of men doing the same thing to other people. You'll cum on your old teacher's cock and hear his laughter. You'll squirt for the first time all over a family friend and he'll go home and tell your family that you're being trained perfectly into a good little cum whore.

By the time you graduate, you'll have a complete education, but you'll also be a good, well-behaved slut, conditioned to bend over and get wet on command.

[peach-lobottomy]

'does that hurt? I hope it does. Tell me it hurts.'

'i-it hurts, sir.'

'oh, gooodd boy...'

[aroaceboytoy]

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[steamandcream]

oh God, petplay with a big strong werewolf...being a little helpless kitten or pup bent over a mounting block or a cushion, while a much more powerful beast with a thick knot slowly presses into my ass. Maybe I'm only a little bit loosened up, and it's an awfully big stretch, so it takes an agonizing amount of time for them to even press the head in, thick shaft following slowly but surely while I just pant and whine.

I'm sure my owner or a friend of my new wolfy top is there to guide me, soothing me when I yelp at a particularly mean stretch and petting my hair and lubing us both up as we go.

and finally slipping the entire shaft inside is huge, but it means I can feel the knot now, bulbous and thick already but not fully swollen, rubbing against my hole. It's already deep enough to give my stomach a little bulge, my handler rubbing my belly and stroking the shaft through me like I'm just a big lovely fucktoy. My werewolf friend is busy panting and scenting me, grinding and rolling their hips into mine, licking and nipping at the back of my neck and shoulders; maybe the handler gets a couple of fingers into my ass around the shaft, just to test if I have any more give in me. And of course I do, and they'll start encouraging my new mate to get that knot in.

and it's SO thick. Not fully swollen yet but still massive and girthy, and I think there's no way in hell it could possibly fit. Every push feels like a dead end, no matter if we try more lube, a new position, anything... but then after a few long hard tries, my body starts to give, leaving me whining as the werewolf grips my hips, leans all of their body weight into forcing that beast of a knot into my ass. they have to pound it in a few times, and all I can do is hold on for dear life, panting and shaking -

then all of a sudden it pops inside of me, sinking even deeper into my guts and making me shout as I clench around it, orgasm hitting at the same time. My werewolf bears down and fucks into me even harder, only to tense up after a moment, and I feel heat pool inside my belly, filling me up with seed, more than I feel like I can hold, enough to make my tummy swell with it. And with a tie so tight, it doesn't even leak, keeping me stuffed and full.

I'm so delirious and exhausted I barely notice being scooped away from the mounting block and settled into a cushy mattress or an oversized dog bed on the floor, still knotted, werewolf curling up around me all cozy while they have me trapped (oh so contentedly) on their knot, fucked full of their seed and bred like a good toy.

[pixel-game-porn]

Cute hentai princess fucking the hell out of a orc’s cock in an animated xxx gif from the sex game Flying Princess Inter Breed.